Lost weekend...
I may never go back to Bournemouth again. It's not because I don't like the town, because I do. It's beautiful, and the beach is stunning. No, it's more for the reason that every bar between West Cliff and the gardens has my photo under their counter with 'BARRED' stamped across it in red. It all started rather quietly on Saturday morning. I surprised Miss R, The Mother and Mrs Jangles at Maidenhead station. They had been expecting me at Reading but I thought I'd creep up on them on the platform and check out how many bags of tat they were carrying. Well it didn't look too bad as I approached them, just a helium balloon screaming 'Bride Tribe' tied to a suitcase and a fairly innocent looking white carrier bag. Once settled on the train, Miss R pulled out the white carrier, and said, 'Now let's see what we have in here'. Well ladies, you all saw the state I was in on the train, with veil, glasses, badge and hairband